"I ain't easy in my mind/* he declared. "Thev's some as won*t tech terbacker, snuff, smoke, ner chew, ner lav a hand to hit fer a liven. They say hit's a God's curse,n " A man living round here hasn't much choice," Mr. Munn remarked. ** Hit's come to my mind hit's a curse," Mr. Grimes said, "like they says, and hit a curse all these years and me too blind to see." Mr. Munn leaned over and tightened the girth on his mare. UI don't reckon it's that bad," he returned. " Hit's a curse," Mr. Grimes insisted, " laid on to the land, hit looks lak." Mr. Munn swung up to the saddle. From his height he looked out over Mr. Grimes' head and over the fields, where darkness was gathering. It seemed to gather and rise from the fields, rising to extinguish whatever little light yet showed in the upper air. " Well," he concluded, " I'm sorry you're going." "Hit ain't yore doen," Mr. Grimes said.